Omniscient POVThe birthday ceremony was going smoothly. Invitations were sent out to influential figures across the region- Alphas from distant clans, shamans, witches and dignitaries that were looking for Damian's favor.Due to the party, Alpha Damian ordered that the spell used to protect the pack's border be ward off, just so his guests could come in freely.The day came and the celebration commenced. People danced, ate and drank to their full satisfaction. But the joy Damian and his people felt that day was cut short. Damian had let his guard down because of the party, allowing his enemies to penetrate into his village and launch an attack on him.The Ashfang Pack was at loggerheads with the Hellshade Clan. The latter had been looking for a way to penetrate into the former's village and when they heard about Damian's children's birthday party, they found that as the perfect opportunity to launch their attack.The Hellshade Clan mingled with the guests, and they were able to enter
Omniscient POV.Unbeknown to Damian that his downfall had been born, he was met by the news of his son's birth- Zarielle's child- upon arriving back home.His joy knew no bounds. To him, he had won twice that day- killing the last descendant of the Moon Goddess and welcoming the arrival of his son. The son whom he planned on molding to become exactly like him, unlike the weakling son of his- Drevyn.With the little boy held in his arms, he declared the newborn as the heir to his throne."Oh, my people, rejoice with me as I welcome the heir to my throne!!" Damian had rejoiced joyfully, lifting the child up in the air like a trophy he had won. His people cheered, hailing the baby as they all bowed before him.“Welcome to the world, young Alpha!” They had chorused, their voices matching the beat of the drum. Damian celebrated his new bundle of joy, unaware of the ache and pain that gripped his other son’s heart. Drevyn stood at a corner, watching as his father danced with his brother i
Omniscient POVAurora's bare feet pounded against the forest floor- bloodied and sore with thorns slashing her skin as she fled deeper into the jungle. Her heartbeat clamored more than her footsteps, her lungs screaming with each breath she let out.Despite that her water broke- that the baby was just a few minutes away from coming into the world, she didn't stop. She continued to run, knowing that keeping the promise she made to her husband was the only way she could honor him."She must survive. Our child must live," that was what she kept murmuring to herself.But it seemed like the gods didn't answer her prayers- or maybe destiny couldn't be changed after all.Damian and his warriors were fast- persistent. They seemed to know the way around the forest more than she did, as that was their hunting ground."Get her!!" the warriors screeched behind her, and her chest tightened in fear.She tried hastening her movements, but her strength failed her. Her body was begging for rest and th
Omniscient POVYears flew by and leadership evolved too. Damian Wolfsbane became the Alpha of the Ashfang Clan.Damian was just like his grandfather- destructive, ruthless, unkind and a tyrant. He could turn the day into night and turn the night into day wherever he was angry.He was so brutal that he didn't hesitate to eliminate his brothers that served as threats to him, in order to become the Alpha of the pack. But his son was nothing like him. Drevyn was calm, attentive and every member of the clan praised him for being such a sweet soul. He was just 15 years of age, but people wished he was the Alpha instead of his father. His kind acts, had won the hearts of many souls in the pack"Drevyn is just a kind soul. We can't wait for him to take over his father's throne," members of the pack had hailed, and it didn't take long before that got to his father's ears.Damian became enraged- he couldn't withstand his son becoming more popular than him. He feared his son might do exactly wh
Omniscient POV.Many decades ago, there existed a very powerful and feared pack, headed by the ruthless Draven Wolfsbane. The name of the pack was Ashfang Pack.He was feared by many, and it was also passed down in history that the moon dared not shine her light on him. He was known for war- made thousands of women widows and turned kids to orphans.No one- no tribe- dared to challenge him and the ones who did, disappeared with their entire lineage before the next moonrise. Blood was his favorite liquid- he bathed in it, drank in it and his food was cooked with it. The beat of the war drum was his favorite melody, wiping out clans who refused to bow down to his commands.His tyranny reigned for years, unchallenged- until one day.There was a clash between the Ashfang Pack and the Noctheras clan (the most mysterious and feared witch family with powers tied to the light of the day and the shadows of the night). The reason for the clash was undisclosed and Draven going to war with them w
Selene/Camilla's POV The drive from the house to the venue took about 45 minutes. By the time we got there, the hall was already filled with people of different calibre. I didn't know Steve had invited a lot of people like that. Well, that made it more interesting because he was about embarrassing himself in the presence of the whole world. The event kick-started and the MC swung into action. We were called in and as soon as Steve and I stepped into the hall, the well wishes swung to their feet to welcome us. A few selected well wishers were invited to the podium to say the kind of man they perceived Steve to be and they all spoke so highly of him. Well, if only they knew what he was engaged in behind closed doors. The cake was cut and a toast was made, wishing the celebrant many years to celebrate. Although, that wish was never bound to come true. Steve and I moved around the hall, appreciating each and every well wisher for turning up and honoring our invitation. But I found s